Pihon-
Dear to whom ever that it may concern,
The way it hurts made these Afrikans spit crazy words.

the tables turn,

SamUiLL-

And now we eating is the main concern,
you had your turn now pass the torch, we make it burn,
a revolution in progress


Pihon-
Electrocute em content,

Hot enough to make the paper burn,resolution to conflict,
Is paper chasin first, n introduce you to conscious


SamUiLL-
Yo Aint you just tired of being conned? %#@!,
with all of the nonsense, the greed, hate,

even the broadcast TV bring, music and all plant in our seeds brains.
The next generation will start right where we leave man.


Pihon-
And so each day meditate,
mentally train to refrain, from these streets police chase

caprice plates down the freeway, immigrant aliens from deep space
two man army brigade, bringin that heat wave,


SamUiLL-
And leave a body decayed. With lyrics that put you in a figure four,
with four fingers freakin pens and vividly paint figures of peace and war.

Don't believe it all, fist in the air as I'm speakn for,
the struggles of people from Afrika to Ecuador.


Pihon-
To Dallas and across the audience,
To countries where we cant afford a pot to piss,

Only carnage an anomaly so ominous,

SamUiLL-

And if its probably not obvious,
We products of our environment.
Sincerely yours,

PS the ReBels